Air It Out lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
21 Savage

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that sh*t out)
Pull up and air it out (21)
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (Grr)
Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)
Got that .30 on me now (now)
Got that .30 on me now (a what?)
Pull up and air it out (a out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that sh*t out)
I got the stick on me now (21)
I got the stick on me now (21)
Pull up and air sh*t out (pew pew)
I pull up and air sh*t out (pew pew pew pew)

[Bridge: 21 Savage]
I pull up and air sh*t out (I do)
I pull up and di*k your ho down (I do)
Young Savage, b*tch, I got pounds (got pounds)
Young Savage, b*tch, I got rounds (got rounds)
Pull up and shoot up your town (your town)
Pew, pew (Grrrt, bah) pew-pew, (Bah) pew, (Bop-bop-bop-bop) frtttttt, fah (Grah, bop)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Slaughter Gang, b*tch, we go brazy (go brazy)
PDE, b*tch, they go brazy (go brazy)
Drinkin' on lean got me lazy
Glock .40, no .380's
I'm cookin' up dope in this town
You need a new pistol it jammed
I don't f*ck around with the Xans
I'm dripping, lil' b*tch, I don't dab
Your b*tch a lil' freak, ouch (ouch)
I f*ck her one time, bounce (Ha-ha, ha, ha)
Still got the choppa 'round my motherf*cking shoulder (b*tch)
Still that same n*gga, I just got a little older (b*tch)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that sh*t out)
Pull up and air it out (21)
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (Grr)
Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)
Got that .30 on me now (now)
Got that .30 on me now (a what?)
Pull up and air it out (a out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that sh*t out)
I got the stick on me now (21)
I got the stick on me now (21)
Pull up and air sh*t out (pew pew)
I pull up and air sh*t out (pew pew pew pew)
[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
I got the stick on me now
Pull up and air that b*tch out
Glock 17 on me now
Young n*gga shoot up your house
What that sh*t you talkin' 'bout?
Look how that .30 hang out
Walk through the motherf*cking crowd
pus*y n*gga, shut your mouth
All of my young n*ggas killas
PDE, n*gga, drug dealers
Nah, we don't f*ck with you n*ggas
Get your ass slaughtered, lil' n*gga
I keep them 5th's on my pistols
I keep a hold on my stick
When that b*tch click, I don't miss
One to the head and I hit
b*tch land straight in your temple
I told you, "Don't f*ck wit' me, n*gga"
Shawty be popping them n*ggas
Shawty be dropping them n*ggas
Now they called cops on a n*gga
'Cause they couldn't stop a lil' n*gga
Right at the bottom, lil' n*gga
PDE, Slaughter Gang, n*gga
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that sh*t out)
Pull up and air it out (21)
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (Grr)
Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)
Got that .30 on me now (now)
Got that .30 on me now (a what?)
Pull up and air it out (a out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that sh*t out)
I got the stick on me now (21)
I got the stick on me now (21)
Pull up and air sh*t out (pew pew)
I pull up and air sh*t out (pew pew pew pew)